The Fly
A poem about a fly
Buzzing around
Flying up and down
The fly is busy
Flying on my hand.
Its wings
Flap
As it flies
Towards my head
I flinch
And itch
As it sits
For a bit.
Buzzing around
Flying up and down
The fly is busy
Flying on my hand.
Its wings
Flap
As it flies
Towards my head
I flinch
And itch
As it sits
For a bit.
The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry
An author/writer of fiction novels and poetry living in London writing about her experiences on Medium. dlarkin121@gmail.com